#what a shocker I do better when I'm not being yelled at

[hyena-frog]

I failed the driving test today :)))

[yinnina]

It Might Be Him

There were more than four-thousand kids in this school, about a thousand for each grade.

A little less than half of those kids were surrounding us. Some kids, who were smart, watched from the stairs reeling, shouting like wild dogs for who they thought would win.

He yelled something that I couldn't catch on due to how loud the people were around us.

"Sorry!" I yelled back, "Doc said I shouldn't listen to bullshit!"

Everyone 'ooh'ed and laughed at the guy, whose name I knew was Eren, and the only reason he found out he was fighting was thanks to Gabby being the one who knew about him.

He got into a fighting position, which looked funny to me, and tried throwing a punch.

Luckily, I had a fast reflex and ducked under his fist, grabbing his arm and pulling it behind my head.

We are face to face now, and taking that to my advantage I kicked the front of his knee, making him fall, but before his face hit mine I moved out of the way, making him fall face first into the ground.

I grabbed his arms and put them behind his back, restraining him from punching or moving due to pressure I'm placing on his back.

"I would give up if I were you." I whispered in his ear.

"Like I would do such thing." He said harshly, struggling to get out of my grip. That was my cue to raise his right arm with the elbow facing me.

Crack!

Everyone was in sock, and the guy was screaming in pain after a few seconds.

His arm was bent, it would not fold frontwards but backwards.

"I warned you, you didn't listen." I told him as I walked away, people making way for me to walk through.

After that was over with, I made sure to head straight for the Grab-N-Go, where I knew Vance would be at.

I walked through the front doors, with the sound of a bell warning my entrance.

"So?" Asked the blondie, not looking away from his game.

"He won't touch anyone for a few weeks if not months." I told him.

He looked up at me this time, not caring about his score and him losing. He was in shock, but it wasn't very visible, only reason it was given away was due to his eyebrows rising up slightly then going back to their original place.

"What did you do?" He asked, rather curious.

"Arm's bend." I said simply, with a plain voice.

He chuckled, but his face showed no new emotion. "Who would've thought, since when do you know how to bend arms?"

"You're underestimating me, I know many things that would fall under the medical field. Some things don't fall under it, but fall under murder 'field.'"

"Surprise me." He ordered.

"If you inject digoxin into someone who doesn't have heart failure then they will die and it will look like they had blood pressure, and if it's injected under the tongue then the pinch mark is most likely to not be found." I reassure.

He was shocked at this, but knew it was true due to how I said it. I didn't stutter once, I didn't eat my words, and didn't trip over them.

It was a rather interesting topic to look into, I didn't use that knowledge on anyone or anything, but it could come in handy.

"Fair enough. I trust that you won't say a word about this?" He glared at me.

I chuckled lightly, "Of course."

It was a shocker he even talked to me, so I better keep my mouth shut to not get on his nerves like I did back in middle school.

His temper was a ticking bomb after all, the only exception was that you knew when a bomb would explode thanks to its timer, with Vance though, it was different, you never knew what he would do.

There was no capable way of reading him.

I turned to leave the store, before I saw it once again.

The black-fucking-ban.

"Oh my, do I have a secret admirer or something?" I whispered to myself.

There was no way I would go out through the front door where they could see me, so I went back to Vance, who was playing Pinball, and sat down next to the machine, waiting for the ban to notice my absence and leave.

I was lucky that the man didn't notice me walking away from the door, for he was probably searching for something on the passenger's seat.

"Asshole's following you again?" Asked the curly haired guy.

I sighed and nodded my head, yes.

I was not playing this man's little hide-&-seek game, I ain't patient enough to hide nor patient enough to seek.

My temper was running short with the top hatted man appearing everywhere I went.

I found it extremely weird how every time he appeared I was always near Vance. It was almost as if he wasn't just targeting me, but Vance too.

"Does he follow you anywhere?" I asked quietly, only for him to hear.

"Not really, it's always when you are around." He confessed. "Vance..." I started and he hummed.

"He only ever appears when you are around..."

He stopped playing, not caring when the machine made a small noise to announce how the game was finished.

His face was stiff, in a position where you could tell.

He was getting pissed, and a pissed Vance was not a pretty Vance.

"That son of a bitch..." He whispered, trying to remain cool.

"You don't think... He's going for both of us, right?" I started fidgeting with my nails. This whole thing was crazy.

Then I thought about the odds. What if he really was the one who kidnapped the other kids?

It wasn't impossible, he seemed cliche already.

"I'm not sure." He confessed, and for the first time, he actually looked down to the floor.

He too was thinking the same thing, I knew it by his face.

This top-hat man might be The Grabber, and was awaiting his next victims.

He was waiting for the next kids he will take from their home.

Those kids might be one of us, and we didn't know who. This man had no reason to do what he did, he merely did it for the sake of his own pleasure and entertainment. We didn't know a thing about him, and he didn't know a thing about us.

And for the first time in a while, I actually got scared. I got scared for myself.

For Vance.

I knew we both could handle ourselves, but this is a new thing, we are talking about someone who has kidnapped other kids who haven't even been found yet.

"I'm not sure..."

[mothmans-cumrag]

Rewatching The Apple be like

finally! I took a break of about a year but I'm back!

I feel like I'm always saying this but how many people, especially high ranking people does it take for them to go on a mission? because of "strange sensor readings"??

I forgot how hot Bones is, fuck (<- this is also Jim's and Spock's internal monologue whenever they see him, btw)

"Husbandry would be quite efficacious" Spock I had to google that word before I was sure but I think you just proposed

Ah, the garden of Eden was just outside Moscow scene, we've all seen it

So he just used kilometres which I am happy about but before they were talking about the planet having an average of 76° which must mean Fahrenheit. I am confusion

killer flowers over here lol

Scotty fishing for shore leave <3 love him

Pavel using this situation to flirt as if he did't just see a colleague die like two metres in front of him

no matter how often I rewatch it, the explosive rock scene is one of the funniest things ever to me

Spock diving in front of a deadly plant for his boyfriends is the best thing ever to me, sorry not sorry <3<3<3<3<3<3

Oh wow, the transporters don't work, that's something I've never seen before in my life.

Spock calling the hypospray "potion" <3

Jim is so fucking right every time someone jumps in front of someone they could just fucking yell for them to get out of the way. This way it's much more romantic tho so...

These lighting bolts are so... realistic

Three redshirts down, and one of their dads apparently helped Jim get into the academy? But why did the redshirt not get a better job than redshirt if his dad apparently had some sort of influence?

ah, the survivor's guilt mixed with the guilt of being in charge... getting real Hans Kammerlander vibes rn... (google his name and the Manaslu if you don't know what I mean)

"what do you want, Violins?" will now be my answer every time someone comments on my tone of voice

ohhhhh, this was the planet of the Aryans! (not sure if my being German makes it more or less ok for me to say that, but there isn't another word I know for blonde ppl with blue eyes who are conventionally attractive)

Spock just touched this man's chin. With his hand. Is that cheating?

"If you don't get those Warp engine's working you're fired" mate if he doesn't fix them he'll literally die. WHat are you, Hermione?

Baby don't hurt me, don't hurt me no more

"It makes me uncomfortable" bitch I bet, those things look scratchy as fuck

I like how half of them immediately got rid of these flower things <3 literally me

you tell him Spock! Humans literally are the minority!!!

"stawp fighting!!!! They've got the Enterprise!!!!" Jim I hear you but philosophical arguments are literally my only life source

sex. the word you're looking for is sex.

goddamnit they are all so uncomfortable talking about one of the most natural things in the world, idk if I should be amused or sad for them

awwwww, she calls him Pav!!! they are actually pretty cute

i feel gross watching the natives kiss and idk why

how to kill someone 101

oh really Spock. you telling me James Tiddies out Kirk wants to ignore the prime directive? wow. what a shocker. I am shocked.

Bones stepped on the belt of his tricoder when getting up and for some reason this is endearing to me

This is the third time Spock injured himself this episode and yet he is still capable of more sass than any squatch I know (get it? sasquatch. haha.

Damn, Martha can fight! Oh, and the last redshirt has died

awww hell nah, Scotty lost his job :(

awww hell yea, Scotty got his job back :)

They should give them actual sex ed wtf

the bickering at the end is always my favourite thing <3<3<3<3<3<3 10/10 will watch again (and again and again and again)

[canonicallysoulmates]

Walker 3.08

Walker is back! And I'm gonna make this quick cause not a lot happens. There is a case, a missing rich dude who faked his death but the seemingly most important thing about that is that Captain James is on edge because of what Cassie and Walker did of opening the evidence case and the one who ends up getting the brunt of his anger is poor Trey! Captain screams at him because he and Cassie pursued a lead without contacting him even saying that maybe making Trey a ranger was a mistake. Captain James come over here I just wanna talk.

Anyways, the ep picks up where the last one left off with Abeline on the ground, they rush her to the hospital and it turns out she had a mild temporary stroke. Thankfully she's fine and makes a full recovery but she does need to make some changes less stress, a heart-healthy diet that kind of thing which are instructions that Bonham takes very seriously. It's actually quite sweet how he goes into protective mode and he wants to take care of her even doing research into things that could benefit her health, he does go a bit overboard with it though and Abeline has to talk some sense into him that she doesn't plan to live her life in fear.

He struggles with that a little bit because he doesn't want to think about her being gone but he does come around and realize that she's right, and he plans a really sweet, romantic dinner for them which is such a lovely scene. These two are definitely the highlight of this episode.

On the other side of the coin, something I didn't like was the resolution given to Stella and August fighting. At Abeline's request, Walker and the kids go to Dallas to try and get her brother because she wants to see him, and the whole time Stella and August are fighting and it all comes to an end as they're having breakfast. Walker tries to get them to talk and fix things but he does not know how to mediate and it starts to turn into one more fight so he's like "forget it, do what you want" and walks away. Stella and August start to go back and forth and what it all basically boils down to is Stella saying that the reason for August acting in such a way is because he misses their mom........*sigh*. And she's once again the bigger person telling him that she understands, that she's been through the same thing, and that while she's not their mom to let her be the person that he vents to and yells at..........Stella deserves better.

There are several things I don't like about this but I'll touch upon just two the first one is that they still have a father, Stella is taking on a level of responsibility that should not be hers, the person that should be telling August these things and taking on that responsibility of trying to fill in the gap that their mother left of being there when he needs someone to yell at and vent is Walker. The second is that August acknowledges that he and his mom were very close but he doesn't apologize to Stella, he doesn't acknowledge that he was in the wrong and that he hurt her these are things that better happen in the next couple of episodes or I'm going to be pissed. And actually, I will touch upon a third thing which is that I don't get how this kid is not in therapy or getting some counseling when he is clearly struggling with regulating his emotions and handling his anger. There's a whole storyline this season about how therapy has been beneficial to Liam yet not one single member of this family has considered that August would benefit from it as well.

I do like the conclusion with Abeline's brother because he misses her but he's not ready to see her yet but he does call her later that day. And I like it because it's real, last time they spoke they had a huge fight that made them go no contact for years. It's not easy to fix family relationships.

And then the episode ends on a shocker because Bonham tells Walker it's time to pack up and get his shit together. I'm paraphrasing. I get where Bonham is coming from but I cannot wrap my head around this- I think I'm too Latina for this because the thought of kicking your own son (and your grandchild!) out when he doesn't even live in the main house for no real reason cause yeah Walker's a mess who needs to get his shit together but that's not a reason! I would get it if he was a bad person, if he was being wildly irresponsible, bringing in drugs, didn't contribute anything but his biggest sin is not taking advice, not going to therapy, and that fatherhood has been kicking his ass lately. All Walker does is go to work, help out, and go to his little house to sleep. This is wild to me.

[tavarillasgalen]

It genuinely makes me so sad that from 18 onwards, people call themselves old (though I do see this more with women bc society). Like, you mean to tell me that you are young only until you're legally an adult, and then every year from then on is people calling themselves old? You could live to 100, and you'll spend 82 of those years calling yourself old? Your brain isn't even fully developed until you are 25, but you have people in their 20s calling themselves old.

It's honestly so heartbreaking. Whenever I see people calling themselves old and they are younger than 70, I want shake them and yell that they are not old!! And being old isn't a bad thing!! It's a marker of pride, that you've lived so long!

Like, how I see it is: you are a young adult until you are like... early 30s. 30s to mid 40s, you are just an adult. Mid 40s to 60s, you're middle aged. And then, you can call yourself old. But you absolutely should not be calling yourself old when you are still early on or in the middle stages in life.

And it can be hard, especially when people only a few years younger than you will call you old just because you are older than them. Like, people act like late 20s in a woman is equivalent to being in your 80s. When late 20s is still so fucking young.

And like, society is so ageist and scared of aging that they completely lose track of what different ages actually look like? Like, I'm 27, but it's not uncommon for people to ask if I'm old enough to get a credit card - and it's like... it's not that I look like a teenager. I very much look my age (not a bad thing!! It's NORMAL to look the age that you are!!) But people forget that teenagers in media are often played by people in their late 20s. So, people think I'm a teenager at the same time that they're claiming people in their late 20s should start thinking about "preventative" botox. And they've decided that late 20s is old, so they are shocked when they see someone actually in their late 20s who, shocker, is not. Like an author I follow is in her early 30s, and shared that whenever people hear that, she gets shocked "wow, you look so good for your age!!!" comments, as if people in their 30s are meant to look drastically different from people in their 20s????

It's a fucking tragedy that we as a society have decided that instead of embracing our youth or where we are in life, it's better to act like your life is over every year for the rest of your life from the time you got your first full time job. It pisses me off so much.

Like... people stop acknowledging birthdays and start dreading birthdays because it's another year older instead of another year lived. It's tragic. It's heartbreaking. It's enraging.

[iwritefanfics5dollarsapage]

Imma be honest pt 3......An Omegas life would HELL (Reupload for improvements.)

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In real life(yes it exist) woman(yes they exist) are about only 49% weaker then men on average.(shocker they arent made out of glass)

Now take that number now triple it.

In A/B/O you have 6 type of things you can be. From everything i read strengh usually goes as follows

α male

α female

β male or female

Omega guy

Omega girl

Now strengh doesnt really matter in the real life: as a society we've gotten weaker probably due to weapons and such.

But for Omegaverse? That could save an omegas life. (Most stories are set in nonmodern ages)

If you go through heat. Most people make it once a month so lets say that. Most people make it start at 18 but maturity for girls? Thats WAY lower.

[We're going to stick with 18 as really i hate to sexualize kids.(I know crazy.)]

So as an omega girl youre going through literal hell once a month, periods and heat, who knows maybe at the same time. That amount of pain would realitically land someone in the hostipal every time.

But i'll get back to heat later. Lets go into omega boys for a bit. So you have a slightly better life? Well yea but no where close to even "ok".

With an omega boy being extremely rare, but not impossible you have nearly no one to come to about any kind of problem. And i'm sure your parents would hate you. (Well at least that is what you'd think.)

To them and you, they spun a wheel and hit the anti-jackpot. Just as rare as the jackpot but instead of money you go straight into massive debt.

they have this kid, they probably thought would be an β or α , and is so rare that they can hardly find anyone that could help them raise.

So now what? If anything goes wrong, whose gonna know how to help? Most doctors would only have dealt with β boys or Omega girls

So at first maybe you get treated as one of the girls: Well....youre are a guy, youre going to notice youre treating them you like a girl. Which WILL hurt.

But what are you gonna do? Fight it? How. Protest? Yell? Its probably hard to be taken serious as an omega boy.

now back to heat. As an Omega (If youre not in the hosptial like noted before) Youre body CRAVES an α during heat.

if their as hellish as i worked out they would be; people are gonna treat you like α's OWN you even when youre not in heat.

And what are you gonna do about it? Fight it? You cant! as during heat you DO crave an α, Rather you like it or not.

That has to be so mentally painful to know/feel as if youre just property.

So now what? Well...

now it gets worse: It doesnt matter if youre in a FULLY committed relationship. High chance? Youre gonna cheat if youre partner isnt an α. Which your partner is just gonna have to deal with, probably in some intense therapy.

Well how about supressants?

Why not take medicine your whole life until you find your one true mate?(Hopefully an a α )

Well medicine wont effect social treatment. It also would really mess you up. Some stories even have those things just "Stop working" or cause you to go crazy. so....do you stay in your room? You stay in your little nest forever?

Well. I dont really have an answer to that.

[zasaka-studio]

Exchange Disaster

Tag: ED

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The buss was always quiet in your other school, but this was just chaos... Two kids where literally mauling echother, and a few were recording and some trying not to get mauled themselves. Like what? How did this bullshit start you just got on the buss! You sighed and fixed the strap on your backpack, ready to just plow these guys over to get to a seat. But you didnt want to get in trouble on your first day now will you?

So you had opted to wait for the buss driver to say something. Which eventually come, loudly. "AKAZA, DOUMA FOR THE LAST TIME STOP TAKING UP THE ISLE! YOU CAN MAUL ECHOTHER LATER JUST NOT ON MY BUSS!". Mr Urokodaki aka the buss driver had yelled at the two. So that's those twos names.

You could hear distant sounds of laughter and the occasional 'ooh y'all got in trouble!... Again-' wait this was normal?-

"Im sorry for those kids behaviors, they do this like- every other week. Now go sit down kiddo, before we arrive late." Mr. Urokodaki had said, pointing to the back of the buss. And that's when you noticed that the fight had entirely cleared up. Well that was fast? But you had shook off the thought and decided to try and get to the back as fast as humanly possible. Which was pretty easy, untill a hand flew up. They seemed that they wanted you to sit with them, what a shocker! So you decided to sit with them to not be rude.

"Why hello there! My name's Kyojuro Rengoku, what's yours?" you almost died at how loud this guy was, but you finally got to see his face. Which kinda shocked you a bit. Red and orange eyes, same for the hair that looked to mimick fire, the everlasting smile and stair that was .. intimidating to you.

"Oh, hello my name's (Y/N) (L/N), also Françé?" You asked, hoping one person can share your native dialect. But he just raised one of his eyebrows which discouraged you. 'Why would anyone be french anyways?' You thought as Rengoku just smiled wider somehow. "Im sorry if I had made you think if your the only one here with that language! But I don't know who else could speak it so I'm sorry!" He said enthusiastically, wow that makes it so much better. "No no, I'm sorry for asking! I'm in Japan so why would anyone speak that?" You said as you scratched the back of your head. A bit uncomfortable at the unblinking stare he had on you.

"Its alright!" He still yelled. "And I haven't heard of you around here! So are you new here!?" He said as he continued to be in owl mode. Smile as bright as ever. "Y-yeah, soo-","Of course I'll show you around! I'm honored to help a fellow student out!" He interrupted, wait how the fUck did he know what you were gonna say? Like is this man's reading my m I n d? Welp time to delete my brains search history.

"Alright?" You said, weirded out a bit. As you usually did things by yourself most of the time. But I guess you just have to suck it up and socialize.

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So the entire buss ride was summed up to Rengoku, or Kyojuro. Which he told you to call him by that, talking the whole damn way. Like this dude didn't even stop to breathe. Though he kinda just rambled on about the school- also he was student council president too, which you could see why. But you don't personally seeing yourself being best friends with this guy, but would it hurt to just be friends?

" Alright were here. Now get out!" Mr. Urokodaki had yelled, clearly done with everyone's bullshit. Then everyone started to stampede out of the buss.

'Aight, time to die-' You internally prepared yourself to jump into the mass of students. But Kyojuro had seemingly invaded your minds privacy again and pulled you closer to himself. "Hah, don't try. Trust me they don't pay attention!" He said, and on que a person groaned as they were shoved into a seat. "Alright." You said as you scooted to your original spot. It also didn't take long before it cleared up and the other students who were also sitting started to leave as well.

" Alright Kyojuro, i think I'll just go-""WAIT!" You jumped, other students looked at the two of you before going back to what they were doing. "Let me see your schedule, i want to see if we share any classes!" Kyojuro said. A bright smile widening as you begrudgingly zipped open your plain backpack and brought out the piece of paper. Not even surprised when Kyojuro snatched it from your hand and excitedly looked at the contents.

But to no surprise he sighed. "We only have one class together..." He said uncharacteristically quite. You sighed as you got up. Kyojuro fallowing suit, "hey which class was it?" You said as he handed your paper back. He then gave you yet another smile. "No spoilers!" Kyojuro said. Already taking a liking to you. He felt the two of you would be great friends!

"Thats either a good or bad thing." Walking off of the bus felt nice. As sitting down for so damn long dose give you tension am I right. "Hey!" Kyojuro yelled but you had already taken off. Finally entering the school, which seemed to be a lot different then your old one. There were lockers lining the walls, which probably ment no cubbies filled with two or three backpacks that look the same. Which was a relief. But you felt guilty leaving Kyojuro back there.

But Cha gotta do what you gotta do.

So you had decided to try and find your locker cause your backpack was like fifteen tuns. Why were there so many books? Well it's highschool sooo.

And somehow you had managed to find your locker relatively earlier then you'd think. Opening it and shoving your bookbag in it. You then checked your schedule for what you had first. " Choir, Aight. I'm pretty sure I just get a key book. Well I hope so..." You said to yourself as you shut your locker. Thinking you'd never get used to that.

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But you had some trouble finding the choir club? Intermediate? Hall? You didn't know what to call it. So you had done the next best thing. What did you think I'd say ask for help? Nah, open random doors till it works. You could ask another student as the late bell hasn't rung yet. But no, you had to learn yourself.

"347-A... 347-A...-""E-Excuse me? We have the same class..." You whipped your head around to see someone outrageously taller than you. He was also t h i cc. Like my man's could snap my neck in two. Johnathan style."Oh that's sweet. Mind me fallowing you?" he shook his head no, and rubbed the back of his head. His short brown hair was ruffled and more healthy than your's. Dang- jealous, "So what's your name?" You ask the burly student. Who just fiddled with his hands as the two of you walked in awkward silence. "Its Taylor..." Taylor said. "Oh that sounds like a western name. So where are you from?" You felt so relieved that someone else was also from the western side of the world. Even if France isn't in the Americas it's still in the west!

(Haha get smacked with a secret character! That I'm definitely not gonna be obsessed with writing!)

The boy seemed shocked and relived. Wait- there were racists too?! Whoever hurt this boi is gonna get an ass whoopin'. "O-oh! I'm s-sorry! Its just that... Everyone usually laughed at me for being a "halfy"..." He air quoted. "Nah it's fine! So what's your other ethnicity?!" You said. Finally not feeling alone.

"Well- u-uhm... I'm..." The giant boi had stuttered from embarrassment. "Im sorry for being-""No, your fine Taylor. I used to be the same!" You laughed along side him. But then he looked around for any other students. But at the moment you two were walking to another building. Taylor then looked back at you and said. "well- I'm half... French...." He seemed to recoil after he said that. But you literally flipped.

Who woulda guessed that you'd meet someone with the same language as you! This is fucking awesome!

"Oh my god i thought I was alone!" Tearing up from such happy feeling's. "W-wait really!" Taylor said, clearly excited. But his black eyes widened then he put his fist to his lips. "Sorry, th-that was rude." Taylor said. "Nah it's fine buddy! But did you move to Japan or lived here?" you said. Clearly interested in the gentle giant. Which made his heart throb, no one ever really treated him like this- it was new to him. Even sharing a common language is, amazing!

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Finally after what felt like hours you had finally made it to choir. The room was right next to the cafeteria, making a mental note of it. Taylor was actually really fun to conversate with! He's just a big boi with an event bigger heart. He also had a cat named momo. Isn't that neat? Wonder if it's a chonker like the hell spawn that is jimmy. That bababoi is fatter with a ph then the moon.

"were here.. uhm if it's alright can i walk you here-"

Taylor and yourself winced as the late bell finally rung. "Dose it still count if we got here before..?" You said. Taylor had a sad look on his face. Dang now you feel bad, probably the first time he's gotten here late. "Oh well... Its not like I've never been late before..." He then looked down at you, yes down, to see your somewhere between confused and shocked face. How? That just broke your entire delusion!

"D-dont look at me like that..." Taylor shyly looked away. Rubbing his forearm, which seemed to be a way to show that he was embarrassed. "No-no it's fine. I'm the reason your late anyways..." You quieted down, feeling even worse about it. "What did you say? I'm sorry I couldn't here you- oh! T-that was rude..." Taylor had somehow accomplished the feat of making himself red at his own words. It was to pure for your devilish eyes.

"Welp, time to get detention on the first day!" You excitedly said as you swung open the door.

Everyone was still talking as you sighed in relief. No one noticed you, wait why the hell did you even swing it open anyways? Taylor seemed to be kinda nervous, more so than ever. Which was more or so like 5-4 minutes ago. "Well care to explain why you two are late?" Taylor flinched at the teachers words. " Hey it's alright. Its very sweet of you to walk with him Y/N. He doesn't seem to have a lot of friends. So thank you." Mis. Uh what was her name? Whatever you'll hear it later. "No problem mam. And I'm also new here!" "Oh that's wonderful! Everyone be nice! And my name is Daki by the way!" Mis. Daki, now you remembered! Taylor was just standing there. Fiddling with his short sleeved button up. "U-uhm we have to sit down now ..." Taylor mumbled. You nodded and said to Daki that class has to start. She then ushered you two away as she was prepping for today's class.

"can you sit with me?.." Taylor said as the two of you got closer to the rows of chairs and music stand's. Taylor sat a bit farther then the other students. But one decided to go and say hi.

"Hello! I'm Kanroji Mitsuri! Nice to meet you, and can i sit with you guys?" The Melon haired girl asked. Also what's with everyone having big titty? Like stop rubbing it in my face. "Sure, Taylor you ok with that?" The shy boy just nodded. Fixing the music board so that it could meet his face. "Welcome to hell!" You joked as you gave the girl a handshake. She giggled, then sat down next to you. Not before saying- yelling sorry to who she was originally sitting with.

"So your new here? That's great, so got any friends yet?" Mitsuri asked. You looked over at Taylor then back at Mitsuri. "Yeah, i thought it was obvious?" You said. You did think of Taylor as a friend. Cause now someone can repremand you for cussing out a teacher. "Oh that's so sweet!" She gushed as she did an overdramatic hand gesture. Like was this gorl on crack? Probably. Knowing this school. But everyone was shut up by the announcements.

"Remember on December 24th all students on the football team are heading over to hati, Also remember to check your passports given by the administration! Have a good day!"

You could hear a few cheers. "Oh, i wish I could travel to there. I've heard it is a beautiful place!" Mitsuri did her thing while you just looked at her. You were about to talk to Taylor but Mis. Daki had decided she was ready for class. "Alrighty! As you know we have a new student here. So we're gonna be looking at great singers from around the world! I know we usually do that on Thursdays but I'd like for Y/N to get used to how we operate in my class" Well I'll be damned, were not just gonna be practicing some random songs!

"Taylor could you please turn off the lights? Oh and Obanai, could you sit at the monitor and skip over adds?" Taylor had gotten up and so did this Obanai guy. You could hear a faint groan of anguish come from the hetorocramia guy. You kinda feel bad."Oh! I should introduce you to him! He's a great friend!" Mitsuri said while she wrapped an arm around yours. "Heh sure." You then got your arm out of her death grip. Then decided to look around, noticing instrument cases in a hallway to your left. There was also a silencing room. Oh so band is also here? That checks another thing off of your list of 'finding the room'.

Then the lights went out except for one as Taylor returned. Fiddling with his shirt again. But as you were yet again foiled by Mitsuri pulling you close to her. "Hey, isn't Taylor cute? Just look at him! C'mon tell me!" She whispered. You gave her the infamous , the rock eyebrow raise. She just giggled. "He's, nice-""No not that! Like do you find him cute?", She persisted. "Uhm yeah? I mean he's a good person to hang around?" Mitsuri seemed satisfied as she let you go. 'Aww! Y/N so cute!' She thought to herself. The blush being concealed by the dark room.

Then Britain's got talent started to play. You almost bursted out laughing. But had successfully concealed the demons. Taylor seemed to be watching it intently. Maybe he's a music fanatic? I mean you were so-

As the contestant started singing after a very sad backstory, it was beautiful! "Omg, i can't believe that her pet bitch ass dog died to a plane crashing through their house! Now they're homeless!" You internally cried as Mitsuri yet again for the fourth time gushed on how 'cute' you were. Heavy quotation's. "Well it's common that most singers do have bad upbringings or something bad happened in their life. 1/3 singers or music artist to be exact." Taylor quipped. Damn he knew a lot. But no one can beat you in song remembering. And as the song finished Mitsuri was practically in tears. "That song was so beautiful! So full of love!" She cried. Its a song sure you've cried to them at 2:59 in the morning but that doesn't count.

Then an add started to play, well damn this is gonna take forever-

ー

And once the 45 minute long video ended the release bell had blown everyone's eardrums out.

You could just hear the groans of pain.

"Aww! We were gonna do solo's, but oh well! Everyone have a good rest of the day!" Mis. Daki said, waving at the students. "Well i just dodged a bullet there..." You whispered as you felt Taylor tap your shoulder. "Uhm can i see your schedule please? I just w-wanna see if we share anymore classes..." He shyly mumbled, but you heard him and gave him a smile. "Of course homie! Here!" You said as you passed it to him. He smiled then looked through it. "Ooh ooh! Me too I wana see!" Mitsuri asked excitedly. She kinda reminded you of that Renbozo guy. You know what your calling him that from now on.

Mitsuri then scared the shit outta Taylor by leaning over him to see as well... More like looking around cause Taylor was maybe 6'6 or something. If it turns out your right you're gonna go buy some lottery tickets then get murdered by an immediate family member if you win.

"YES! We have language arts together! Thats awesome as me and Obanai also have that!" Mitsuri then gave you a crushing hug. You just vibed with it, untill Taylor coughed into his hand. "M-mitsuri, she might be uncomfortable..." How thoughtful my giant gentleman beef wall. "Oh dear! Sorry if I made you uncomfortable!" Mitsuri immediately let go as she packed up her things. You then stood up, Taylor fallowing as the two of you started to leave after Mitsuri ran over to Obanai- you think, wait did he have a snake? That's rad. Maybe you can bring jimmy?

"Y/N wait!" Mis. Daki had said as you passed the round desk she stood at. A whiteboard behind it with familiar notes on it. "Heres your choir handbook. It has everything were gonna be practicing besides the music were gonna be doing for plays! That's one thing you all can vote on actually! Oh I'm rambling on now go!" She said as she handed you the book. You thanked her and walked out, Taylor then spoke up.

"We have cooking and gym together." He said as he gave you back you're schedule. "Thats awesome! So see you then!" You said as you waved at him as you walked away.

Taylor giving you a small smile as you walked away and to the hell that is- Math! Ba dum Tish!

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Taisho Secrets ! (Hahah get surprised >;)

Taylor is my favorite character ive made! (Except Hantei bc that man i have in my heart )

Rengoku halfway through his conversation had randomly started to cough a lot. Because he didn't stop to breath literally.

Obanai was glaring at you the entire time. (Mitsuri simp)

Yes i remember these were a thing

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Yay- time to copy and past until chapter 3 :')

[outrunningthedark]

Rewatching the Buck & Chris scene in 4.08 (for some nourishment before I have to watch them think Eddie might DIE), & I'm noticing the marked deepening of Buck's relationship with Chris this season. His tone & body language in 4.08 were not videogame besties. "So, I heard you blew up at your dad" *dadface/head tilt/I love you and we are going to talk about this* Buddie aside, Buck was fully a parent here. Your posts about Buck as Chris's 2nd dad are so thoughtful & moving, so I wanted to share.

Buck as Christopher’s second dad (I repeat: second dad) is my favorite topic, nonnie!

It’s never a bad time to dissect the scene from 4.08 so thank you for indulging me 🥰

Things to love:

✨ Buck calling Eddie before talking to Christopher just so Eddie knows he’s not actually missing

✨ The RELIEF on Eddie’s face once he realizes his son is in a safe place with the person Eddie trusts the most

✨ BUCK NOT WAITING FOR EDDIE TO SHOW UP TO TALK TO CHRISTOPHER!! SO IMPORTANT!! In that moment Buck took charge of the situation. He might not be Christopher’s legal/biological father, but Buck believed he could get Christopher to be honest with him because of how close they’ve become over the years. (Shocker! He was right!)

✨ “So... I heard about you blowing up at your dad.” No yelling. No “I’m disappointed in you.” No “Why would you scare your dad like that?” Buck kept his composure so Christopher would understand Buck wasn’t angry with him, he just wanted to find out what was going on.

✨ “You’re here, so we gotta talk about something.” = “You came to see me for a reason and I’m here willing to help.”

✨ “You were there for me when I needed to talk, so now I want to be here for you. That’s what friends do.” Buck recalling their conversation at the pier!! Making sure Christopher knows his words made a difference!!

Buck didn’t treat him like a child when he said that. He made Christopher believe they were equals - Buck needs Christopher just as much as Christopher needs Buck.

✨ “That’s gotta be weird for you, huh? Maybe it feels like he’s forgetting your mom, but Chris, I promise you—“ Buck trying to figure out how Christopher is feeling to make it easier on him!! Because he knows how tough it is to be honest!! Never mind being fully prepared to speak on Eddie’s behalf???

✨ You can literally see Buck’s heart breaking as he listens to Christopher. He wants to protect that boy from everything bad in the world so he never has to feel pain again. Buck wants to be the parental influence he never had.

✨ “People go away, and it’s sad, and it hurts...As much as we miss them, that’s how happy we are to see them again.” Buck went from wanting to hit things to cope with his abandonment issues to understanding his experiences can actually help Christopher get through an extremely tough time.

✨ Buck promising Christopher he’ll see everyone he loves once things get better because he knows Christopher will believe his BFF. He has to give him something to look forward to.

✨ “Until that happens...you still got me, ‘cause I’m not going anywhere.”

Hold on. I need a minute. 😭🤧

Buck isn’t a dad in the traditional sense, but he KNOWS how important he is to Christopher. He wouldn’t say *that* if he doubted his role in the Diaz family.

It’s also a nod to the lawsuit and how Buck unintentionally abandoned two of the most important people in his life. He’s reassuring Christopher that he will not make the same mistake twice.

[whoneedsapublisher]

Nico Nico Neet

A spicy but very fluffy NozoNico today that I've been sitting on for a while deciding if I should cut the more explicit sections. But in the end, I decided they fit the idea of the story, so they can stay.

Words: ~2750

Summary: Nozomi is the envy of her office. A woman who can do anything, who helps out everyone else without a word of complaint, and who always has a friendly smile. But her love life is a mystery, and where there's mystery, rumours will always follow.

Also on Ao3. Mainly on Ao3, frankly, since that's where the vast majority of my readership seems to be, but there's a few people on tumblr I'm pretty sure so I'll keep crossposting here for the time being.

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“Tojo, could you handle this?”

“Yes, of course, please just put it down there and I’ll take care of it before EOD.”

“Tojo, have you finished those reports yet?”

“They’re just there, sir.”

“Nozomi, I don’t understand how to do this part…”

“Ah, you just need to click there and fill in that field, then check this box…”

“Tojo really is amazing, isn’t she?” Umehara said, resting his hand on his chin as he watched her effortlessly typing, her fingers moving near constantly despite the barrage of interruptions. “She’s only been here, what? Three years?”

“Two,” corrected Maizawa, not looking up from the report she was leafing through.

“Jeez, really? And yet she’s already better than half the senior staff.”

“Maybe you should just be working harder, then,” Maizawa said, looking up at Umehara skeptically.

Umehara rolled his eyes. “Whatever, you can’t keep up with her either.”

“That’s true,” Maizawa admitted reluctantly. “She’s pretty amazing.”

“And what a beauty, too,” Umehara said dreamily.

“Y-Yeah…” Maizawa murmured, then shook her head and cleared her throat awkwardly. “Don’t get any ideas, though. She’s taken.”

Umehara rolled his eyes again. “There’s a shocker. Probably attending marriage meetings with some bigshot who owns half a company or something, right?”

“Nah,” Maizawa. “I heard she’s some kind of NEET.”

“She?” Umehara asked. “Wait, no, more importantly: a NEET? Seriously?”

“That’s what I heard,” Maizawa said. “Someone saw this scrawny chick in a hoodie and shades drop off a lunch for Tojo once, and when they asked who it was Tojo got all starry-eyed and said it was her girlfriend. Turns out she doesn’t have a job or anything, but Tojo thinks the world of her anyway.”

“What a waste,” Umehara said, sighing. “That girl better know how lucky she is.”

“Right?” Maizawa said, frowning. “I bet Tojo totally takes care of her, too.”

“So she works like this all day and then goes home and does the housework and cooking too?” Umehara asked.

“Probably,” Maizawa said. “Must be tough.”

“Man, some people have all the luck… I’d kill for Tojo’s home cooking.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Maizawa said. “You can complain when you cook anything yourself.”

“Hey, that wasn’t a dig,” Umehara said. “I like your food! And it’s not like I don’t pay you back for it, right?”

“You’re just lucky that I happen to suck at mending,” Maizawa grumbled. “Mister home ec genius.”

“What can I say? I’m an artist with a needle,” Umehara said, doing a flourish.

“Maybe you ought to start applying some artistry to that report, unless you’re planning to offer to darn the boss's socks when she yells at you for not finishing it,” Maizawa said, turning back to her papers.

“Fine, fine,” Umehara said, reluctantly returning his gaze to his computer. “Still, you want to taste it too, right?”

“I already have,” Maizawa said, not looking up. “We traded some our lunches once. She had some kind of western style meatballs and it was amazing.”

“Aw man, that’s bull,” Umehara grumbled. “I want to try that…”

“Lucky I got the recipe then, isn’t it?” Maizawa said.

“Did I ever tell you you’re my hero?”

“Not often enough.”

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Slowly, the office started to empty out. One by one, or two by two in some cases, people headed home for the day. Nozomi was one of the last to leave, staying back to help a junior finish a report before she finally shut down her PC and left.

Her apartment wasn’t exactly across town from her office, but it was more than a couple of subway stops. Night had already fallen a while ago when she finally reached her front door and unlocked it, pulling the door shut behind her as she wandered in. She breathed in deeply, letting the aroma of cooking enter her nostrils and sighing contentedly.

“I’m home~!” she called, kicking off her shoes into the corner and pulling open the neck of her shirt as she started undoing the buttons on her jacket.

“Welcome home,” Nico said, stepping out of the kitchen in a frilly pink apron, her hands on her hips and a smile on her face. “Do you want dinner? A bath? Or Nico~ Nico~ Me?”

“Nicoooo,” Nozomi whined, slumping forward onto Nico and clinging to her.

“Long day at work, huh?” Nico murmured, her hands coming up to stroke Nozomi’s back.

“Yes,” Nozomi mumbled.

“Aww,” Nico cooed. “Don’t worry. You’re home now.”

One of her hands slipped down Nozomi’s back to grope her ass and Nozomi made a happy little noise.

“We’d better get you into bed, then, hmm?” Nico said. She couldn’t exactly sweep Nozomi off her feet and carry her, but she still supported most of Nozomi’s weight as she hurried them to the bedroom.

“Let’s get those clothes off, okay?” Nico said, her nimble fingers finishing the work Nozomi had half-hearted started and rapidly undoing the buttons on her jacket. As Nozomi shrugged it off, letting it fall to the floor, Nico had already moved on to her shirt buttons, tugging it off and tossing it off the back of a chair, joined soon after by Nozomi’s bra.

Nico stepped back and gently shoved Nozomi. Nozomi obediently fell backwards, landing softly on their bed with her legs dangling over the edge.

“You work too hard sometimes,” Nico said, as she gently slid Nozomi’s stockings down, her fingers ghosting along Nozomi’s legs pleasantly as she did. “I hope they appreciate how much you’re carrying that stupid company.”

“They do,” Nozomi said.

“Not enough,” Nico replied. “But luckily for them, Nico Ni will generously pick up their slack and appreciate you enough for everyone.”

And then she was unbuttoning Nozomi’s skirt, and sliding off her panties. That was when Nico went quiet, probably because her mouth was otherwise occupied. That was okay, though. Nozomi filled the silence.

“Ah… Nico… yes… more…”

Nico obliged Nozomi’s request with admirable gusto. Her hands firmly holding Nozomi’s hips in place, her tongue dragged up and down, dipping inside Nozomi sometimes and flicking at sensitive spots with unbearable dexterity. It wasn’t an intense stimulation, though. It was slow and deliberate, not to the point of teasing, but leaving Nozomi sprawled out and moaning contently rather than thrashing and gripping the bedsheets. It was luxurious, rich and smouldering, and when Nozomi’s orgasm eventually came, it was long, drawn out, and blissfully wonderful, leaving her feeling like she’d melted into a puddle on the bed.

“Up you go,” Nico said, catching her before she slid off the bed and dragging her limp form up to lie down properly. Then she joined her, lying beside Nozomi and gently stroking her hair. “Consider that a thank you on behalf of all your slacker co-workers.”

Nozomi glanced over at Nico and was suddenly overcome by a fit of giggles.

Nico raised an eyebrow. “What?”

“Niccochi, you’re still wearing your apron…” Nozomi said.

“Hmm?” Nico said, glancing down at herself. “Oh, I guess I am.”

Nico giggled again. “My perfect housewife,” she said fondly. Nico grinned cockily.

“Of course,” she said, preenering herself.

“You know,” Nozomi said. “The people at my work think you’re a NEET.”

“They what?!” Nico snapped, her grin vanishing and her eyes narrowing as her face swapped from proud to furious. “How dare they?!”

“They’re technically right, you know,” Nozomi said, trying to fight a smile. ”You’re not in education, employment, or training, right?”

“No one calls a stay at home mother a NEET, even if she’s not technically employed!” Nico fumed. “How dare they question Nico Ni’s housewife prowess? Do they think that your lunches just materialize out of nowhere?!”

“I think they might think I make them,” Nozomi said contemplatively.

“What?!” Nico said, rearing back in disbelief. Nozomi stifled a laugh. Nico was so sincerely indignant about it that she couldn’t help but prod her a little more.

“It’s probably because of that time you came to drop off my lunch in that ugly hoodie…”

“It’s not just an ugly hoodie, it’s a disguise, Nozomi! A disguise! A famous idol like Nico has to keep her identity safe, you know!”

This many years after the end of her career, Nozomi suspected that Nico probably didn’t need to disguise herself. Other than hardcore idol fans, it was unlikely that too many people even remembered Nico Yazawa the idol, let alone could recognize her in the street. Still, pointing that out would probably cross the line from “teasing” to “cruel”. So instead, she just leaned over and kissed Nico on the cheek..

“Of course, Nico. But I guess your disguise worked too well.”

“That must have been it,” Nico said. “Ah, it’s a curse, really, being such a talented actress.”

“Mmmhmm,” Nozomi said.

Nico stood up. “Okay, enough resting, you,” she said, standing up and extending a hand to Nozomi. “Time for your bath.”

Reluctantly, Nozomi reached up and took Nico’s hand. Nico pulled her up onto her feet and into a warm kiss, not breaking it even as she started leading them towards the bath, retreating for breath for just a moment before diving back in.

When they finally pulled apart again, they were in the bathroom. Nico let her go to turn on the faucet.

“Hmm,” she said, mock playfully. “It’ll take a little while for it to fill up… maybe we should do something in the meantime.”

Stepping forward, Nico caught Nozomi in a kiss again, pressing herself close. The feeling of her apron on Nozomi’s bare skin made her shiver a little, suddenly intensely aware of the stark difference in their attire.

As Nico deepened the kiss, her hand slipped between Nozomi’s legs, her fingers doing lazy, gentle circles. Nozomi moaned slightly into the kiss, and Nico’s touch started to slowly circle inwards, and get a little faster, and a little firmer, until finally she was directly stimulating Nozomi. As her fingers danced, Nozomi clung to her, feeling herself getting closer and closer, their kiss ending and Nozomi burying her face in Nico’s shoulder. Finally, with one last shuddering moan, Nozomi came again, her legs sagging as she leaned into Nico, panting.

“And just in time,” Nico said, letting her slide down onto the edge of the bathtub. Nozomi slumped backwards into it, still floating on a cloud as Nico turned off the water.

“Enjoy yourself,” she said, wiping her hand off on her apron. “Dinner will be ready when you get out.”

“Okay,” Nozomi murmured, her head still a little fluffy as Nico left the bathroom and closed the door behind her.

Sighing, she relaxed back into the hot water, closing her eyes and letting the water sooth her tender muscles.

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By the time Nozomi got out of the bath, the smell of cooking had already been wafting into her nose for a little while. If anything, it was the main reason she was coaxed out of the bath. She’d been tempted to lurk there until the water turned cold, but Nico’s cooking proved irresistible once again, and she finally got out, drying herself and dressing in the crisp, clean robe that Nico had left for her.

Once she opened the door, the smell intensified, and Nozomi shuffled towards the kitchen to find Nico setting food out on the table. She was almost supernaturally good at timing these things, no matter how slow or fast Nozomi felt like she’d been. Perhaps it was some the idol magic that Nico always claimed to have. Or perhaps she’d picked up some of Nozomi’s spiritual power from all these years of living together. Nozomi liked the idea of that.

Honestly, it was a miracle that Nozomi hadn’t gained dozens of pounds since she’d started living with Nico. She always made such delicious food that it was rare for Nozomi not to have seconds. Tonight it was chicken croquettes, with a huge variety of strange and unique side dishes. Nozomi didn’t recognize any of them, which probably meant they were foreign.

“I made tapas tonight,” Nico said. “It’s a kind of western food.”

“Really? Where from?” Nozomi asked.

“What?” Nico said. “Oh, um, F-France, of course. It’s a French word, after all! Has to be from France.”

Nozomi was fairly sure that wasn’t true, but she couldn’t claim to be fluent in French herself, and with how Nico had pronounced the word, she could hardly tell what language it had been originally.

Still, whatever it was, it was delicious. Which wasn’t much of a surprise, given that Nico had made it. After Nico had retired from being an idol, at first she’d been at something of a loose end. She’d been restless and tense, frustrated by the lack of an outlet for her passion. But then she’d started to focus more seriously on her cooking, and the change had been both immediate and obvious. The results were obvious too, and Nico had gone from “better than you’d expect for a highschooler” to “chef level”. Sure, she probably couldn’t get work in a michelin star restaurant or anything, but if she wasn’t “in employment”, it wasn’t because she lacked skills for it.

And yet, Nico chose not to find a new line of work. Sure, she didn’t really need to, with how frugal she was and how much money she had saved from being an idol, combined with Nozomi’s income, but Nozomi knew Nico wasn’t doing it out of laziness. She’d chosen to be Nozomi’s wife. Even if it wasn’t acknowledged on their family register, Nico had made it her life. Nico could be stubborn, and was capable of devoting herself to a goal no matter what- her highschool idol career proved that. And now that goal was being the world’s greatest housewife.

Nozomi should just take that at face value. She should just be happy that Nico was so devoted to her, and consider herself lucky to have such a wonderful woman taking care of her. But that wasn’t who Nozomi was. She couldn’t be comfortable just sitting back and taking something for granted. Not after her life had been torn up from under her over and over again. So even though she was afraid of breaking the spell, she couldn’t help but ask.

“Niccochi, are you sure you’re happy being a NE- a housewife?”

Nico narrowed her eyes and pointed a fork at her. “You were about to say NEET, weren’t you?” she growled.

“Perish the thought,” Nozomi said innocently. Oops.

“...Well, whatever,” Nico said. “The great Nico will overlook that. And of course I am.”

“Why?” Nozomi asked. “Why do you want to spend all your time taking care of someone like me?”

Nico looked at her with a gaze that looked insultingly like pity. “Awww, is my cute little wife feeling insecure today?” she cooed.

Nozomi frowned. “I’m serious…” she protested.

“Don’t you get enough positive reinforcement at work? And from me for that matter,” Nico said, sighing and shrugging her shoulders. “Honestly, I have no idea how you manage to still have these worries.”

Nozomi pouted. “That’s not the point…”

Nico rolled her eyes. “I’m a housewife because I want to be, Nozomi. And I’m your housewife because you happen to be the girl that I’m dating, in case you forgot.”

She reached out her hand and grasped Nozomi’s, meeting her gaze and smiling softly.

“You’re worth it, Nozomi. And I love you.”

Nozomi smiled back, her heart melting. Her fears and anxieties, no matter how powerful and all consuming they’d seemed, couldn’t possibly stand up that look on Nico’s face. There wasn’t any playful ribbing or deceit or ulterior motives in that expression. Even now, even with them as close as they were, Nico was a woman of performances, of emotional walls and roles that she carried out. But now, for just a moment, Nozomi was seeing a glimpse directly into her heart, with no disguises or exaggerations. And in that rare moment of sincerity, Nozomi saw enough to put her fears to rest for good.

“Anyway, eat your dinner already,” Nico said, her walls coming back up with an almost audible CLANG, as she pulled her hands back and her expression went from a soft smile to a fake pout. “I put in all this effort to make it and you’re here pondering instead of eating.”

“Okay,” Nozomi said obediently.

No matter how hard she worked, she could always keep a smile. Because she knew that she was coming home to the greatest housewife in the world.

[b0sscrew]

Pokemon au!

Another Ducktales AU! Shocker!

Welcome to the inevitable crossover! There are three versions of this (trainers, human trainers, and reverse gejinka) but we'll just focus on the human trainers first because I'm not comfortable with showing my Ducktales drawings yet! This is just for fun and not definitive. I'm going to be doing this like a real adventure! We'll be following the triplets as they travel the region of... Americaw... Sure, we'll go with that for now.

I want this to be a story in many parts. I also want all their adventures from the cannon to be here as well, except it's just the kids facing them most times. Like let's say all the battles are monsters and baddies they've actually fought in cannon. That would be fun!

Oh, let's bring characters into the mix. Let's say that Webby is the boys' rival and best friend. Violet is also their rival but on a slightly lesser scale(mostly to Huey). Boyd also becomes a rival of sort later on(mostly for Louie). So that only leaves Dewey, and to be honest, I'm not sure. I think Webby would be his biggest rival but he doesn't have a secondary rival. I might just make my own rival for him too be honest, but I wish I knew who to put that's around his age. (Also, I realize Boyd is Huey's best friend but Violet is literally his rival in an episode.) I already have an idea for Lena so I can't add her to the rival crew anyways.

Let's talk about the Duck family.

So I decided it would make the most sense if Della and Donald shared custody of the boys. Donald is still Uncle Donald, don't worry. But since Della is always busy with the league they decided it would be easier to just have them both raise the boys. Donald is basically a stay at home dad while Della is constantly working as one of the core members of the elite four. Della is a flying type expert and Scrooge's favorite relative.

Feathery is an amazing boy! He's constantly working with the elite four as the Regions main professor. He's so excited about all pokemon, but his favorite are water types, because they make him giggle like a little kid. He's Huey's favorite uncle and the only adult he can truly relate to. Feathery is still the biggest sweetheart but now everyone takes him seriously and hang on his every word, even if he doesn't realize it.

Gladstone is one of the sole reasons the champion is still the champion. Because of his luck no one has gotten past him and his grass types. If he didn't have his luck people wouldn't have this issue, but he's cursed with it so he literally can't lose. Of course every Pokemon he has ever caught has been a shiny because they seem to gravitate towards him. The only time he can't find one is when he wants to give one to his family. I guess that's just his luck.

Scrooge McDuck, the richest duck in the world. Despite being part of the elite four, he doesn't really have to do anything. Since he's challenged after Gladstone his battles are few and far between. So he began running his company's full time. Although he does have to leave his work to protect the region at least once every two week. He is the most loved of the elite four and also the most hated, with all his enemies. Good thing he's the best of the league.

Region time!

So, Americaw is based off the world of Ducktales and all the places they've been to by the time of the season three hiatus. I also decided you can find any pokemon in this region (even if characters share pokemon sO MaNY TIMES!), and some come earlier than we're used to. Most of the region is mostly forests with ruins but later on is more of the places we know and love, victory road and the league is even one of my favorite places in the entire series.

Gym leaders, baby.

Gym leaders are characters that are associated with the McDuck clan, mostly working for them in some way. I also tried to put a twist on everything and some of the gyms are ones you wouldn't expect for that character. Let's go over them real quick, shall we?

Owlson, the Normal type gym leader. I thought she was perfect for this because she does technically work for Scrooge now. There's nothing too special about her except that she really wants things to go right and she doesn't have room for silly things. I thought she would be fun as a first gym so the kids could get a taste of the adventure ahead of them. She uses a Hoothoot (to harken to her being an owl) named Natasha, and she has a Porygon (to harken to her being a buisness woman) named Charity.

Ludwig Von Drake, the Poison gym leader! As goofy as the man is he is very competitive. He works with Gyro and Fenton on many projects but has his own lab away from them. I think he works the best for poison because than he could be more of a chemist than the other two scientists. He's also the gym leader we see the least of. He's always in a rush to finish his project just to get on the next one thats probably even more dangerous. He uses a Grimmer (chemicals) named Paul, and a Toxel (science in general) named Corey. He also has a Rotom, named Walker, that just helps around the lab.

Fenton, the Steel gym leader. Since fenton is a superhero I thought he could take his typing from Gizmoduck. He's the main one out of the three scientists that makes weapons and items for the police force. The military forces also thank him very frequently. But since he has so many idea's there's no way for him to do them all. He usually overworks himself because of this and it's obvious to anyone who so much as looks at him. Even so he is the most optimistic of the gym leaders and goes nowhere without a smile. He uses a Pawniard (Gizmoduck) named Hero, an Aron (Robots) named named Titanium, and a Scizor (Gizmoduck strength) named Bromine.

Gyro, the electric gym leader. I thought Gyro fit best with electric because of presumably obvious reasons. Gyro is the wildcard of the three scientists and will do anything for science. He can't count how many times he's almost accidentally killed himself with an experiment. He might seem like he's the only one that slows down out of the three scientists, but you're dead wrong. He probably works the hardest and has the most unhealthy habits out of all of them. He's the best scientist in the region and refuses to give the spot up for anything. He's currently trying to find a way to turn his blood into coffee. He's as brutally honest as ever, and still full of himself, but will admit defeat. He uses a Magneton (robots) named Maggie, a Rotom (Lil' Bulb) named Tom, and a Vicavolt (robots) named Vic.

Duckworth, the ghost gym leader. He might be a ghost but that just makes him better at his job. He's extremely neat and gets annoyed if a picture is tilted. He doesn't hesitate to greet challengers with a smile and even give them tips during battle. When he looses he still acts like a gentleman. He loves his work and refuses to leave life without "good reason". He uses a Gengar (his demon form) named Káge, a Banette (being able to poses things) named Mary, a Polteageist (because he's fancy) named Green, and a Mismagius (just because he's a ghost) named Lady.

Lena, the psychic gym leader. I told you she had a job. But I also know this typing might not seem like it fits. But trust me, it does. Her magic is what I imagine when a pokemon is Psychic type, so I thought it was perfect. She's rough around the edges when you first meet her but she grows on you once you get to know her. She's loyal to her friend's and already knows the kids once they get to her gym. I believe she is the only one that doesn't work for Scrooge in the cannon. She's basically the same she was in the show. She uses a Hypno (dreams) named Dreamcatcher, a Hatterene (being trapped by magica) named Princess, an Espeon (her necklace) named Garnet, and a Lunatone (the eclipse) named Lunar.

Launchpad, the dragon gym leader. Plot twist! Let me explain before you start yelling at me. I wanted Della to be the flying type specialist, so I had to do something else for Launchpad. It took me forever to figure out what to give him, I even considered the option of repeating flying, before I finally remembered dragon. It hit me that it was perfect! The dragon type embodies everything he loves. Flying? Boom, dragons fly! Superheros? There's a dragon that looks like it was made for a superhero. Airplanes? There's plenty of those. Acting like a child? How about one that looks like a child's imaginary friend! The list goes on! The dragon type was perfect because it's so loose. Anyways, back on track. He uses an Altaria (clouds) named Fluff, a Salamance (superheros) named Comic, a Noivern (DW) named DW, a Flapple (childish) named Flapper, a Drakloak (Sunchaser/Cloudslayer) named Sunchaser, and a Duraludon (vehicals) named Crash.

Ms. Beakly, the dark gym leader. She's a freaking spy, of course she's dark type. She's the hardest gym to beat, even for final gyms. She's tactical and knows (almost) every trick in the book. She'll point out what you're doing wrong and still beat you if you do everything right. She doesn't go easy on anyone so you better be prepared. Despite all of this she is one of the kindest people you will ever meet. When you loose to her she has a plate of cookies for you to take with you when you leave, and if you beat her she gives you an item that'll help you the most with the league, plus cookies for your travels. She loves Webby so much, enough to teach her almost all of her tricks. She's a good woman. She uses a Tyranitar (strength) named Tyrone, a Pangoro (capabilities) named Gordy, a Grimmsnarl (I just thought it fit) named Grimm, a Malamar (that expression) named Mal, and a Honchkrow (spy) named Krow.

I love this idea and can't wait to expand apon it. I alread have so many ideas that it's hard to not spoil any plans I have. I just hope I don't overdue it. I want it to kinda be like a little more serious version of the pokemon anime. Not too serious, but I want it to be like what you'd find in ducktales (just maybe a tiny bit less kid friendly).

Well I hope you enjoy my idea and have fun with it. Well anyways, have a great day!

Also, here's a picture of the HDLW designs.

[dreams-of-wings]

Impossible (7/8)

Imagine Billy Hargrove with a Mixed/Biracial SO

Warnings: SEASON 3 SPOILERS, Swearing, mild violence, angst.

The rest of the week flies by, with Billy weaning himself away from hanging out with Tommy and Carol and more to hanging out with you.

Billy actually learned a couple things that just barely helped him scrape by on his tests.

You passed with flying colors of course.

Now y'all are in the "real world"

Billy snags a summer job as a life guard.

You got a job at the hospital as a patient escort (the hours ain't bad, and it pays good).

You visit Billy at the pool sometimes, and you both still hang out on weekends.

Tommy and Carol don't hang around him anymore (because popularity status from high school no longer matters).

You're trying to help Billy move out of his house, but getting a place of your own isn't easy, so you manage to convince your parents to let him move in with you guys.

He has to stay in the guest room and pay rent though, obviously.

Billy still hasn't moved in yet though because he wants to save a bit of money before he has to worry about paying bills.

It's a smart idea and you support him.

For the most part your Summer is just working, hanging out with friends after work, and juggling the kids (Will, Dustin till he goes to summer camp, Mike, Lucas, and Max. You don't worry about Eleven because she isn't really allowed out of her house).

One day when the kids are all hanging out at your place, Billy walks in and treats the place like he lives there.

Just walks in grabs the milk from your fridge and makes himself a bowl of Cereal, before sitting in a stool by your kitchens island.

Thay all just kinda stare at him for a moment in silence.

"What?"

"Nothing!"

Billy just rolls his eyes and finishes his bowl before getting up to go to the bathroom.

"Ah, ah! Put it in the sink!" You just happen to walk past to grab something from your parents room.

He doesn't fuss, throw a fit, or even act remotely annoyed. He just back tracks and put the bowl in the sink, filling it with warm water before continuing on his way.

Once you both are out of ear shot, Lucas mentions how he's glad the two of you are dating, because Billy's gotten a whole lot better. He's still an ass, but old Billy would have tried to scare the shit out of the kids for fun just for staring at him. New Billy was just annoyed.

Max acts like she's disgusted, not at the idea of the two of you being together, but just because Billy is her brother and she's just grossed out by the thought of him with anyone really.

"They are not dating!"

"They totally are, did you not see the way they just interacted!" Mike is whisper yelling.

"Yeah, it was actually kinda..." Lucas shrugged and looked at Mike.

"Domestic," Mike found the word Lucas was looking for.

"Nu-uh! Billy's just moving in, so he should know house rules by now." Max tried to justify what just happened, rolling her eyes and crossing her arms, before sitting back into the couch with a huff.

"That statement really doesn't help your case."

"Trust us, they're dateing."

"Who's dating?" You walk in just then.

"No one!" "Mike and Eleven!" "Max and Lucas!" They all had conflicting answers to your question.

You just raised a brow in confusion at them.

At that moment Billy steps out with his red duffle bag and heads out for work, "Forgot I left my stuff here the other night," he explains as he passes you to the door.

The kids all look at each other, 'The other night?'

"Okay, there's leftovers in the fridge!" You call as he opens the door.

Billy pauses again and backtracks, closing the door, going to the fridge, and opening it. He paused for a moment as if searching, and then he pulls out a Tupperware container with last night's dinner in it, before putting it in his duffle and heading out again, "Thanks," he opens the door, "See you later!"

"See you!" You turn and look back at the kids, "Sorry, what were you saying?"

They kinda just stare at you gobsmacked.

"Nothing."

The kids actually make it there mission for a while to prove to Max that the two of you are together, but all they succeed in doing is getting caught and threatened by Billy to "Fuck off" and "take your sick jokes elsewhere." He doesn't appreciate peeping toms, especially when they're peeping at him.

Still kinda the same old Billy, just much less dramatic.

You notice something's up with Billy though after he gets attacked by the Mind Flyer.

He seems paranoid, tense, and almost bipolar.

You ask him constantly about it when you see him, and at first he tells you its nothing.

You thought his dad found out about him trying to leave because now he doesn't come around your house anymore.

You still see him at the pool, and he'll stop by, but he never stays.

He becomes awkward in conversations, like he's there, but not completely.

You wonder if he's depressed.

Then he starts avoiding you all together after Heather goes missing (of course you didn't know that she'd gone missing).

When you manage to corner him at the pool, Billy seems to revert back to his old High School self.

He's rude and tells you he wants you to stay away from him.

You're honestly really hurt now because you've made so much progress.

He was supposed to be moving in for gods sake.

Little do you know he's just trying to protect you.

You're the last person he wants to hurt.

He's already hurt one of his coworkers.

He almost hurt Mrs. Wheeler.

But you don't know about her.

When the kids try to spy on Billy, your house is the first place they go to.

Max has been sleeping over at Elevens house the past few nights, so she doesn't know he's been actively ghosting you.

"I dont know, he's avoiding me."

They of course thought that was weird, just a few days ago he seemed so comfortable in this house and around you, and suddenly he's giving you the cold shoulder?

"Did you guys get into a fight?" Max is concerned now because she's really hoping Billy is not the host. They're looking for Billy to do very un-Billy things as proof, and this- thus us very un-Billy.

"No, one day he was fine, then the next he acts like he doesn't want to talk to me if he doesn't have to, and now he's avoiding me all together!" You're actually getting very frustrated now.

"Do you guys know something? Did something happen? Is Billy okay?"

"No nothing," You still dont know about what's been going on the past year or so. You weren't there when they caught off the Demigorgon and you weren't there for the fall of the Mind Flyr either. They had to keep it a secret, "Max just noticed he hadn't been around you lately."

"Friends don't lie," Eleven doesn't like that they were hiding Billy's life being in danger. If something happens to him, you would be hurt, and it would partially be their fault for not telling you the truth.

They try to keep Eleven quiet.

Spoiler, it doesn't work.

So they have to tell you everything that's happened since Will disappeared.

You didn't believe them at first of course, but then Eleven shows you her powers and you start to second guess yourself.

It would at least explain Billy's sudden odd behavior, and why Will acted strange after he returned.

Of course you had always blaimed it on PTSD since you didn't know what the kid had truly been through.

Now you see it's much worse than you could have imagined.

So now your in on the madness.

The next place the kids go is the pool.

Shocker, he's there.

"Its too hot outside to be wearing a long sleeve," is your contribution to their debate on whether or not Billy seems like Billy right now.

"True, but light color cloths make it a bit cooler."

Also true.

None of you could see from this distance, that Billy us sweating buckets right now.

But at least the sun isn't hitting him directly, so he skin won't burn and give him another lesion.

The boys are talking about their plan, but your too lost I thought watching Billy to notice them leave you, Max, and Eleven behind.

It was odd to think that this person you were watching wasn't really Billy. He looked like Billy, but he didn't act or think like him.

When the boys come back then fill you in on the plan.

For the most part you're just hiding with Max, but you will come in handy if the real Billy is still in there somewhere.

You show yourself alongside Max.

Billy pauses for a second, like his mind is trying to comprehend that you're a part of this.

"Why?" He actually looks vulnerable and his voice sounds broken, till it slowly contorts into a look of anger and he starts banging o the door.

Your a little unnerved.

And your having flashbacks from back in High School when you and Billy still didn't get along.

He doesn't understand why this is happening to him.

Everything was going great.

He had a job.

He was working on getting out of his father's house.

And he actually felt like he had someone he could trust.

Then you had to go and do this to him.

That's when it occured to him.

He's been treating you like shit these past few days.

And he's done terrible things

Maybe he deserves this.

That's when he screams in frustration, anger, and sadness, before he starts sobbing.

"Its not my fault...."

"Please."

"I'm sorry."

"I didn't mean to."

He's pleading to you and Max with a broken voice and a broken spirit.

For once Billy looks the way he's always felt on the inside.

Desperate, alone, and afraid.

"I'm sorry for the way I treated you."

"It's not my fault, I promise you."

You're the first to approach the door, and Max follows right behind you as she begins to question Billy.

"He made me do it."

When Max questioned him about who "he" was and what "he" made him do, Billy seemed to retreat into himself more.

The sight broke your heart.

After high school, Billy seemed better, and after he started slowly getting away from his father he actually seemed more confident- and not that fake ass peacocking he didn't in school either, like actual confidence.

But now he was fighting something he couldn't get away from.

He slowly lays down on the floor and continues to beg and plead.

He can't even say what he's done.

You almost open the door, till Mike and Eleven stop you.

Your almost on the verge of tears.

"He's my friend....."

"That's not Billy," Mike says sternly.

"He's hurt," you're trying to get them to let you open the door.

But you stop when Will tells you he can feel "him."

Mike backs of first and tells you and Max to get away from the door.

You're confused at first, but you see Billy just as he comes for the window with the piece of tile.

You push yourself away from the door, and take Max with you, saving her from being hurt by the thing posing as her bother.

When Billy manages to get out and starts hurting the kids, you call out to him.

He stops to look at you and you can see the real Billy in his eyes and in his lip that quivers slightly at the edges.

When El starts throwing him around the room all you and Max can do is hold eachother.

Billy had changed, and you all had gotten so close, and now you have to watch someone you have come to love get hurt.

It breaks your heart to see how desperately he wants to fight this thing. He's always tense, like he's trying to hold his body back, and the tear that trails down his face tells you that again, he's so sorry for what he's doing right now.

You're relieved when he runs off because it means that he can't hurt the kids, and they can't hurt him anymore.

Max is glad she at least has you with her.

Sure she has Lucas, but her friends never really liked Billy, so they don't understand why she cares so much.

You go to the hospital with the kids when Nancy and Jonathan take them along.

You pose as Mrs. Driscoll's grandchild as well.

It was terrifying seeing a pile of gore come to life and chase your friends down.

After you all got back to Eleven's house, you can't stop pacing up and down, and you're just making Max more on edge.

I mean who could blame you though.

Those guys at the hospital who turned to mush were under that monsters control, so what was keeping it from doing the same thing to Billy?

What if he dies a horrible painful death? And you can't be there with him?

Max tries to reassure you that everything will be alright.

After all, they've beaten this thing before.

Though it does sound more like she's trying to convince herself more than she is trying to convince you.

You sit down when Max and Mike get into an argument about Eleven. Honestly, after the night you've had, you've just realized how physically, emotionally, and mentally drained you are. You didn't even think you've slept in almost 24 hours - the kids came to your house, you went with them to the pool, you watched Billy till the end of the day when his shift ended, trapt him in the sauna (mind you it was already dark when the Sauna Test went down), craziness happened, went to Eleven's place so she could find Hopper and they could fill him in on what's going on (because apparently the Sharif is in on this madness too), and that's when Nancy and Jonathan arrived with their information on Mrs. Driscoll, and now your here.

Maybe it's been a little more than 24 hours... Perhaps you should lay down...

Meanwhile, Billy is off doing God knows what.

He's trapt in his own mind - completely aware of what's happening but he's unable to do anything about it.

This monster has taken control of him from the inside and the first few days it at least seemed like he had some semblance of control - like he was driving and the monster was sitting in the back seat telling him what to do. Of course at that point he didn't have to listen, but then it started showing him things. It migrated to shotgun and started messing with the steering wheel.

Now it just feels like it's in the driver's seat, but he's bound and gagged in the back passenger seat where he can at least see everything.

It was hard hurting those kids. He had promised Max he would never hurt her friends again, and honestly, because of you he and his little sister had grown closer, and he's actually been relatively happy. He had just been starting to think that maybe, just maybe, Hawkins wasn't so bad and he could stay.

Then shit hit the fan.

He had never seen you so afraid of him in the time he has known you. Not even when you both didn't get along in high school. Back then, you had more of a rebellious fire in your eyes, and no matter what he did to try and snuff it- to make you afraid of him, it only seemed to feed the fire. But back in the sauna...you looked petrified, unsure, on edge, afraid.

Ironic how now that he desperately wants to protect you and Max, you're both can't trust him.

Why is he like this?

Why does he always screw things up?

His mom left him.

His dad hates him.

He was a fuck up all throughout school.

He had shitty friends who, let's be honest, weren't really even his friends.

He hurt- maybe even indirectly killed his coworker.

He almost killed Karen. Oh God, Mrs. Wheeler. He regrets trying to get her to meet him at the hotel. He doesn't even have feelings for her - he just thought she was hot and wanted to get laid, and by an older woman at that. In fact, he had been on his way to meet her when he was attacked.

And now he's probably lost you and Max.

He feels utterly and terribly alone.

When you wake up, it's to the sound of El screaming. She's freaking out because of the vision she just had of talking to Billy.

The conversation about what she just saw was very sobering. You are wide awake now that the possibility of death looms over you, and the sound of screeching from the approaching monster in the distance doesn't help.

It found you.

You all get the house ready - shut the windows, close the blinds, block off possible openings and stand back to back.

You would feel much safer in a basement.

When it comes through the windows, you help Jonathan fight it off to the best of your ability, but you both end up getting thrown around the room.

Thank whatever supernatural being put El on this earth, because you all would have died without her.

Fast forward to you all going to Starcourt Mall

You help Eleven walk because she's injured, and since Steve isn't here, you're mom now.

Apparently everyone was somehow already on to fishy stuff happening? But what do Russians have to do with anything?

You're so worried about El, that bite looks bad. Like, infected bad, but it can't have been more than an hour or two since she got it, so it can't have progressed that quick.

You know something isn't right.

And you are proven correct when you see something wriggling around in the wound.

Props to El, for being so strong when Johnathan tried to remove that nasty thing, and then removing it herself.

They would have had to knock you the fuck out first if that were you- all the nope.

You all know what happens.

Part 8 will hopefully be the end. Idk we'll see, maybe I will get carried away and make it too long and then their will be 9 lol.

Like I did with this imagine. It was only supposed to be one part, but here we are going on 8.

I apologize for this part following season 3 so closely. As you all can tell I like to at least try and make my own content so it doesn't just feel like you're reading the show, and I think my struggles reflect on this part a bit. I have seen season 3 at least 4 times now because I was trying to find a way do this without just basically rewriting the season with the reader patched into it, but it was either this, have the reader just kinda loose contact with Billy and then find out he's "dead" (my denial is showing), or have reader become one of the flayed (let's be honest, not much would probably go on there). Plus this option has the most angst I feel.

Hope y'all are ready for the angst in the next part.